restrictions III - soulmates until tomorrow

people speak softly in to their palms,
and every voice sounds like yours.

standing in line for the morning cup of tea,
someone walks by, wearing your perfume.
i look around and realise

everyone is walking around

with a piece of you.

forgive me

if my black tongue curses 

every eye that looks at you;
if my hands beg to destroy
every soul that dares laugh with you;
if my heart vows 

to burn every finger that dares to touch you. 

but why talk of jealousy?
we already know

that you do not love me

and i am not jealous